We were all sitting down to a lovely hot dog dinner this evening, when…
Ryan to Stephen: Where’s the mustard?
Stephen to Ryan: We don’t need any mustard.
Ryan to group: What kind of a dinner is this?
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Monday, March 8th, 2010Bedtime Stories
Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010Alyssa is a big fan of bedtime stories. She has a repertoire of stories she wants to hear – Princess Alyssa, who lives in a big castle and has a horse named Storm, Dr. Alyssa, who is the local vet and takes care of the zoo animals, Butterfly Princess Alyssa, who flies with the butterflies. You know. But tonight Daddy started the wrong story.
“No no no Daddy. It goes like this:
Once upon a time, I had water in my hand. And it farted!”
Ah, children.
The Darndest Things
Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009I walk into Ryan’s room on Monday morning; he’s still sound asleep. I flip on the light to wake him up, and so I can get some clothes out for him.
Ryan: “Dad…! What the heck are you doing?”
A week ago, Michelle went in to check on Alyssa, because Alyssa usually kicks off her covers before finally going to sleep, and then she’s ice cold in the mornings. Alyssa is also not a very sound sleeper, so she half-woke up when Michelle covered her up.
Alyssa: “Oh… hi, mom. I was dreaming. The sprinkles are getting checkmarks.” (very serious face) “They are getting checkmarks for the rest of their lives.”
Yesterday, Santa Claus called the house to talk to Ryan and Alyssa. They talked for a while about what Ryan wanted for Christmas, and then:
Santa: “Ho, ho, ho… that’s wonderful. Would you like to talk to Rudolph now?”
Ryan: (not missing a beat) “I don’t think reindeer can talk, Santa. They’re not people.”
I’m feeling very blessed these days.